Disclaimer: I, Caterina, will never own the Mentalist or any of it's characters. No infringement intended :).
A/N: This is the good chapter guys. If it wasn't for the Mountain Dew and late night pizza I probably wouldn't have finished this one before tomorrow night. I'm really gonna need to walk off all the calories in the morning. Thank you, thank you for all the reviews ;). I love them. On to the story!!! It skips from scene to scene in this one but not in a scattered kind of way. You'll understand once you read.
Random Fact: I was listening to Take Me On the Floor by The Veronicas when I wrote this chapter.
WARNING! Rated M for a reason. (Don't like it, I'm sorry you don't have to read it)
A rusty old red pickup made its way along the highway rather slowly as Lisbon talked with Cho. She informed him that they wouldn't be able to make it back because of their circumstances. It was a little hard for her to concentrate on the conversation when Jane kept tracing irrelevant patterns against her back but she managed well enough. After she hung up he kissed her again this time a sweet quick kiss that set his body on fire for more, but there were more important matters to tend to.
They both stepped off to the side of the road hoping that the truck wasn't the same one that caused the accident. Jane could see her tense as the pickup came to an eventual stop only a few feet away from them. There was a hitch in her breathing as the driver's side window slid down revealing an elderly man in a cowboy hat.
"You folks needin' a ride?" Lisbon really wasn't sure she wanted to ride in any vehicle at the moment let alone in one with a stranger, but Jane seemed to have other ideas.
"Depends. Where's the nearest hospital?"
"About ten miles North." She didn't even know which way was North until the man pointed in the direction he was heading, which happened to be the same direction they had been going.
"You think you can get us there rather quickly?"
"Well hop in. We'll find out." Fear bubbled up in her chest before she could stop it, but Jane seemed to trust this man. She had learned that his instincts, abilities, whatever you wanted to call them were usually right. He seemed to sense her feelings and squeezed her uninjured hand in assurance as they made their way around to the passenger side door.
"I'm not going to put us into a dangerous situation when we're already hurt Teresa. Plus you have a gun." She knew he was right. If all else failed she always had her gun that was still placed firmly in it's holster at her hip. The same hip that was causing her pain. Nodding to him in a silent surrender she hopped up into the truck after he did. There was no way she was sitting next to a stranger late at night in an old pick up. It just reeked of horror movie potential.
The ride was quicker than she thought and more pleasant than she figured it would be. The man played the radio the entire time singing along slightly off key much to Jane's amusement. He managed to get them there in under ten minutes by breaking some of the speed limits but this was kind of an emergency. When they arrived at the ER Lisbon asked the guy for his name and address so she could send him a thank you card or basket or something for helping them out. It didn't matter that she hadn't trusted him at first. He had saved them from wandering aimlessly in the night that made him okay in her book. Their rescuer's name was Rob Sultzer a jolly man despite the hard times who only wanted to make sure everybody was alright. They both waved at the back of his pick up truck as he drove away before heading through the hospital doors.
"Are we going to talk about what happened Teresa?" Lisbon was highly aware of his hand on her lower back, she could feel the heat radiating from his palm burning through her shirt. Suddenly the thought of what those hands would feel like without the barrier of cloth entered her brain. She was powerless to stop them, and honestly she didn't want to. The words he spoke would not have even registered if he hadn't of said her name. Too many steamy thoughts had taken over her mind.
"What's the sudden fascination with my first name?"
"Answering the question with a question thing again?"
"Damn it Patrick Jane! We were almost killed what is there to talk about?" Her sudden outburst caused a few heads to turn in their direction completely oblivious that this was a private moment. The flush in her face turned from a dusty rose to a bright red as he reached up to gently caress her cheek.
"We kissed." The emotion she could see behind his eyes frightened her. Patrick Jane was usually the best at hiding his feelings from the world behind a charming smile and witty remarks but this time he wasn't even trying.
"Can we please not do this here?" Jane saw fear staring him in the face in the form of two pretty green eyes. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid talking about it, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't bother him. "Later, I promise."
"Later." His voice was hushed but firm letting her know that he would bring it up again and that when he did she wouldn't be able to get out of talking. As much as she wanted him there was a part of her that was apprehensive. Maybe she was supposed to be. Taking a few steps away from him she made her way up to the desk leaving him to stand alone. For once he didn't follow much to her relief. She wanted some time to think about what she'd say the next time he brought up that mind blowing kiss.
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As soon as the nurse had seen Lisbon walk up with blood on her face from the wound on her forehead they had rushed her back. Head injuries could be tricky and they weren't taking any chances. She barely got the chance to tell them that Jane needed attention too before they had her in her own space prepping her for stitches. Hospitals always pissed her off, usually it was just the fact of being there but occasionally it was a nurse or doctor that done it. Her head was pounding making it hard to pay attention to feel the needle poking through her skin or the tug of the thread being pulled. It seemed whenever her head managed to ease up her arm would worsen.
"Can you tell me your name ma'am?" A short plump woman with red hair and freckles stood in front of her asking the questions. She seemed nice enough so far.
"Teresa Lisbon." The woman asked all the routine questions including age and birth date. Some things about medical history were also brought up but honestly Lisbon didn't even remember answering half of them. Her mind was on Patrick Jane. Wondering if he was being asked the same things or if he was being stubborn and giving them a hard time. She guessed it was probably the latter. Suddenly a man in a white coat was in front of her jarring her out of her thoughts.
"Did you hear me Teresa?"
"Um, no sorry."
"I'm Dr. Halo. Yeah I know it's an odd name. What happened?"
"I'm a CBI Agent. We were on the way back from a stakeout when someone ran us off the road about ten miles south of here." Holding back the tears that threatened to fall when the doctor touched her arm she quietly continued. "We had to walk a ways before someone stopped to help."
"You're radius appears to be broken. We'll get x-rays to confirm. I'd also like to do a CT scan and make sure that bump to your head didn't do any harm."
"Bump? Feels more like someone bashed my head in." There was no humor in her tone, she was too tired to even try but Dr. Halo chuckled anyway.
"I'll get you something for that don't worry." Despite how much pain she was truly in she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss she'd shared with Jane. The blonde haired man who managed to always get on nerves just because he wanted to. It was a helluva kiss, his lips and hands were like fire against her skin just the memory of it was making her all hot and bothered again.
"Will I have to stay the night?"
"At this point no. If there's any internal damage that's a different story. I'll have the nurse bring you a gown to change into for the scans."
"Uh the man that was with me, Patrick Jane can you tell me anything?"
"Officially only if you're family, unofficially considering you were with him then I can tell you that from what I hear he's being a pain in the nurse's ass and seems more concerned for your well being than his own. He's fine, just a slight concussion and some sore spots. Nothing serious." He offered her a small smile that she just couldn't force herself to return as he headed left. A few minutes passed in eery hospital silence before the redheaded nurse came back carrying what appeared to be a hospital gown. The nurse didn't say anything this time just handed it to her and headed back to wherever she had been before.
Lisbon tried to pull her shirt over her head and quickly realized that was a bad idea as a sharp stab of pain shot through her arm. Slowly she tried it again using a different tactic this time. Grabbing the sleeve with her opposite hand she pulled hoping not to move her arm around too much. When a hand came from behind her and gently helped her get out of the sleeve she about jumped out of her skin. It took her a minute to notice that the hand belonged to Jane. Without even turning around she knew he had that worried look on his face. The one where his smile was gone leaving his mouth set in a firm line while his eyes were soft.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"I didn't want you to be alone." She didn't need his help getting her shirt the rest of the way off but his hands pushed hers away and lifted the hem bringing it over her head in one swift tug. His knuckles brushed against her stomach causing a sharp intake of breath on her part. They'd never been this touchy before and it was definitely a bit of a shock to her to her body.
"Aren't you supposed to be..."
"Meh...they let me go. I'm perfectly fine." At that moment he was anything but fine. Teresa Lisbon was standing in front of him shirtless, sure she was facing the opposite direction but she could turn around any second and it was already hard enough to hide his arousal. The pale blue bra just begged to be undone and her skin was inviting, tempting and right within reach. One hand rested on her shoulder as the other brushed her hair over to the side.
"You tricked them didn't you."
"I might've mentioned that I'd be right back." He felt her breathing change and her pulse quicken as he leaned in to place soft kisses to the side of her neck.
"Jane...go. I have to change into this and then they're doing scans, x-rays and I don't know what else."
"I want to go with you." Something made her turn around to face him and it was his pulse that quickened. The bra was lace, practically see through and pretty low cut leaving an ample amount of cleavage uncovered. He knew he was staring, he knew it was rude, but he couldn't help it. Why did she have to be so unbelievably beautiful? Why did her body have to be so petite and sexy? When she placed one arm over her chest his eyes shot back up to her face. Surprisingly she wasn't blushing this time, instead an amused smile played at her lips and her eyes sparkled with lust.
"I'm almost positive you're not even supposed to be in here. What makes you think they're going to let you come with me?" His answer was just that arrogant smile of his and those twinkling eyes. "No Jane."
"Please?"
"Will you please leave so I can finish changing?"
"I could help."
"Leave." Her tone was playful and she was smiling which he took as a good sign. His lips found her cheek before he finally did as she told him and walked out, despite wanting so badly to stay.
As soon as she knew he was gone Lisbon let out a ragged breath while unfastening her bra. Did she wish it was Jane undressing her? Definitely, but was that a good thing or not? Feelings would complicate everything wouldn't they? Then it hit her as she slide the gown on, the feelings were already there. They had already been complicating things so how would this be any different? What exactly were Patrick's feelings anyway? Pushing all the questions to the back of her mind she got back to the task at hand -- making sure she didn't have to spend the night in this awful place.
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They'd been at the hospital for hours waiting for someone to pick them up. Neither needed to stay overnight thankfully. Lisbon had a broken radius, four stitches in her forehead, and a slight fever that the doctors were a little concerned about but let her leave anyway with strict orders to come back if it spiked. The rest of her pains were just from bumps and bruises much like Jane's. Van Pelt was the one who showed up worried sick to take them home. After making a fuss over the bruise on Jane's face and the stitches in Lisbon's head the red head finally calmed down enough to ask who wanted to go home first.
"Take us to Lisbon's." She had tossed the consultant a knowing look in the rear view after she saw her boss's face redden. It was obvious what was going on, she wasn't dumb and they weren't exactly the best at hiding it. The rest of the drive was silent but Lisbon kept letting her eyes find Jane's in the mirror for lingering gazes. Lisbon knew that once they got to her place they'd have that talk that had been put off.
The sun was starting to peak over the horizon casting a pretty orange glow over them as they climbed out of Grace's car and made their way inside. For once Patrick Jane was completely silent. He didn't know what to say and neither did Lisbon. So there they stood, in the middle of her living room staring at each other. His eyes made their way to the cast on her arm for a fleeting second then returned to her face. Her lips to be exact.
"That kiss, Teresa...I wanna do it again."
"Me too." That was all the encouragement he needed. In a flurry of movement he had her in his arms and his lips pressed firmly to hers. The tension that had been between them since the first kiss exploded with a heat that threatened to consume them. His lips moved against hers more forcefully than last time proving that he was in charge -- something she wasn't used to. The control she had was slipping away and for the first time in a long while she let it. It didn't matter that there might be consequences tomorrow or that this might not work out for them. All that mattered in this moment was the feel of him pressed against her, his lips and teeth teasing her mouth with gentle nips, and his hands wandering over her back.
She moaned softly against his hungry mouth letting him slip his tongue through her parted lips to tangle with her own. One of his hands found it's way to her hip pulling her closer while the other tangled in her dark locks. Just when she was getting used to the fast pace he slowed it down to a gentle loving caress. The sudden change sent her mind reeling. When he slowly untangled his lips from hers, she opened her eyes to meet his.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" Her brain was fuzzy from the pain medication and his mind boggling kiss. Was he really stopping to ask that?
"No..." The voice that left her mouth sounded foreign to her own ears. It was hoarse with desire making her clear her throat and try again. "You didn't hurt me."
"Good."
"Patrick, we don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable..." Just like in the hospital he helped her slide her arm out of the sleeve of her sweater, which was easier now thanks to the cast.
"Hush woman." The feel of his fingers caressing the flesh on her stomach made every protest, every excuse why they shouldn't do this die on her tongue. Before she even knew what was happening her shirt hit the floor with a soft thud. A shiver ran through her body at his voice husky with arousal. "We're doing this because we both want to, we both deserve this Teresa."
"I swear you only call me that to make me blush." An impish grin took over his face as she grabbed the front of his vest and pulled him down the hallway towards the bedroom.
"You're beautiful when you blush." His heart was pounding inside of his chest. He couldn't believe this was really happening. He was finally going to make love to Teresa Lisbon, the woman who's been occupying his dreams lately. The first woman he's had strong feelings for since his wife. On a normal given day he would have taken the time to look around her room to get a feel of everything, but today he was too busy being pulled to the bed by a shirtless Lisbon.
Her delicate fingers were shaking as she started on the buttons of his vest. She had never imagined that the stakeout would end with them injured and about to take their relationship to a level that could potentially ruin everything. This wasn't planned, at least not on her part and she was pretty sure that Jane didn't intend for it to happen either. Finally getting the last button undone she pushed the material back off of his shoulders satisfied with her work. Her eyes never left his as he shed his own shirt before unbuttoning her jeans with one swift flick of his wrist. His touch felt like fire against her skin as he pushed the jeans down her legs letting his fingers skim along behind the piece of clothing.
Literally biting back the groan that threatened to escape she stepped out of the pants and let herself fall back onto the bed as his eyes roamed over her near naked form. Her own gaze traveled from his bruised face to his bruised chest and down to the bulge in his pants before she was aching for him to touch her.
"Are you going to join me or just stand there?"
"I kind of like the view from here." The heat pooling between her thighs was starting to drive her crazy. She needed him and she needed him now. Waiting was never her strong point in any situation and definitely not in the one that involved no clothes. Taking matters into her own hands she sat up and unfastened her bra slipping it down her arms to fling it at him. A pleased smile took over her features when he unbuckled his slacks and let them drop then slowly crawled over her body until they were face to face, chest to chest, hip to hip. With every ragged breath she took her breasts brushed against his bare skin sending tingling sensations straight down to her toes.
"I need you Patrick." It was the raw honesty in her voice that got to him, that made him move.
Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers brushed against one of her overly sensitive breasts causing the rosy nipple to harden under his palm. Every nerve ending in her body was heightened. She could feel every bit of his skin pressing warmly against her, but it was those eyes that got to her. They were darkened and shining with arousal, all for her. Patrick Jane, was almost naked on top of her. She couldn't believe it.
"See it's not so hard to let go of the control." There was no way he actually believed that he had all of the control was there? Apparently so, she could see it in his expression. Letting her hand trail down his chest she didn't bother stopping at the waistband to his boxers. His eyes slid shut as a groan fell from his lips when her fingers found their hardened destination.
"I don't know. You tell me." Grabbing her arm he removed her hand from it's current location and pressed a sweet, warm kiss to her lips.
"Next time. Right now I just want to make love to you." His hand found the scrap of cloth covering the last bit of her flesh and carefully peeled them off leaving her exposed. Rocking back on his knees he studied her, taking every inch of her in. There was no denying she was gorgeous in clothes, but out of them was a whole new definition of the word. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the sunlight that poured through the curtains and even though there were bruises across her shoulder and hip he'd never seen her look so radiant. His fingers itched to touch the warm soft flesh and who was he to deny himself the pleasure? He started at her thigh, tracing patterns along the inside loving the way she'd gasp and pull him closer with her clutching hands.
It didn't matter that they were completely exhausted or that the day was just beginning, for them this was the end to a long event full night and neither could think of anything more important to do. So she let her hands fine his boxers again but this time with different intent in mind. Capturing his lips for a heated kiss she pushed the fabric down letting him kick it off to join the rest of their clothes in the floor. The slow burning heat that had started with that first kiss hours ago was now boiling over with emotions she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Jane...please." His lips were soft against her own, sliding together in a perfect rhythm that only stopped when one needed air.
"Shhhh." Her body was screaming for some kind of release and his teasing hands weren't helping at all. The patterns he was tracing on her thigh somehow made it up a little higher making her squirm against him. His lips made their way down her throat stopping to gently nip at her pulse point then continued down to her breast. The noises coming from her mouth were driving him crazy. If he would've known what sounds could come out of her tiny body there was no way he would have waited this long. A soft nip to the tender flesh caused her to yelp his name. "Teresa..." His hand slid between her legs teasing her, testing her to make sure she was ready for what he was about to do. Raising back up to meet her half lidded eyes he moved his hands to her hips. No one said anything, words would ruin this moment and their eyes were saying it all. So were their bodies. Her skin was flushed, lips swollen, hair mussed from the tossing of her head from side to side and this was only the beginning. As slowly and gently as possible he slid into her with a sigh.
He didn't move and neither did she, both of them were too busy reveling in the feeling. She was warm, wet and tight around him making him forget the world and everything in it. This moment was his and he wasn't going to rush it. Seconds ticked by and finally he leaned down to meet her lips and when he slipped his tongue in her warm inviting mouth, only then did he move. Slow and easy hoping not to hurt her in any way. His left hand caressed the hip that had been hurting her earlier -- in hopes to help soothe away some of the discomfort. Little did he know that right now she could care less about her hip, or any pain she'd been feeling for that matter.
As she moved her hips in time with his a low moan escaped her lungs. This was something she'd only dreamed about and even then she had hated that he could get to her. Now she couldn't get enough of him. She wanted him to go faster, but was enjoying the pace he set too much to tell him. The burning in her belly grew stronger with each gentle thrust. Hitching one leg up over his hip made them both groan in approval at the new position. Her hands found their way into his curls as she pulled her lips away from his to nuzzle her face in his shoulder. The emotions coursing through her were only heightening her arousal, almost to the point of shattering but she couldn't. Not just yet. To feel him moving in and out of her, to feel his hands caressing her body, to feel his lips sucking gently at her neck, it was all too much for her senses to handle. A sharp wave of pleasure rippled through her making him hiss at the way she tightened around him. As their sweat slicked bodies moved as one she nipped at his earlobe hoping to get a reaction.
"Ah...babe." She caught the endearment but let it slide as another wave shocked her system. She knew she was close and closed her eyes tightly waiting for her orgasm to rip through her. She couldn't stop the whimper that filled the air when he pulled all the way out and then gently but swiftly thrust back in again. His lips found her jaw, her cheek, her neck, the corner of her mouth. It seemed that everyplace he could think of to kiss, he visited. Her soft moans grew louder mixing with his sighs as pleasure took over her body. It tore through her making her forget everything except the two of them. Her muscles tensed, contracting around him as she whispered his name breathlessly into his ear. Her body went rigid in his arms shuddering as she moaned against his neck. Her movements stilled, her eyes flew open, and her blunt nails dug into his back causing no real pain but pleasurable pressure.
He pulled back far enough to watch her lose control without having to stop the motion of his hips. He held onto her tightly as she went limp underneath him, physically drained but he never ceased rocking into her.
"Let go Jane. For me, please let go Patrick." He could've kept going if she hadn't of said that sentence in such a pleading tone. He wanted to make her lose all control again but as soon as she had uttered those words so huskily against his mouth he exploded. She swallowed his cries of pleasure with her lips as his thrusts came to a slow steady stop. Her aching body throbbed in protest when he rolled off to the side and pulled her with him.
Seconds turned into minutes and the only sound was that of their breathing until he pulled the sheets up around them and pressed a kiss to the bandage over her stitches.
"You okay?"
"I'm better than okay. I'm wonderful." Snuggling deeper into his embrace she carefully rested her arm over his chest.
"You have a broken radius and...."
"I didn't mean it like that." The smile was back on his face, but she didn't see it since her eyes were currently closed and pressed into his neck.
"I know. This wasn't a one nighter for me."
"It's morning. Don't worry that thought never crossed my mind." He didn't know exactly what to say to that so he kept his mouth shut and listened intently for a while as her breathing became more steady and deeper. His hands moved through her hair without him even noticing until he looked down to see her sleeping form.
"Sweet Dreams Teresa." As the streets below buzzed with the life of a new day Patrick Jane closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Yesterday had been fun, last night had been interesting, and this morning had been perfect. Unfortunately today would have to wait a little bit since sleep deprivation won the battle but he knew that waking up next to her would make it just as perfect as falling asleep with her.
a/n: Okay so I hope this was worth the wait. I had a sick little girl to tend to and didn't exactly get very much time to write. Let me know if this was good or just plain sucky. Personally I liked it. ~Rina